Runaway Home - The Walking Dead, Fan-fiction (soon to be 3rd & final edit!)

Chapter 2: In The Beginning

Back in Alexandris Rick Interviews their new guest;

"Dixon say's you know who Negan is", Rick pauses watching her every move, every facile expression. Dixon, Daryl Dixon? So that's his name...? huh, cute... thought to herself. "How, do you know him?"

Thinking over her answer for a minuet or 2 she turns away looking out the window "We have history, what exactly is it you want to know....!?" still starring out the window watching Dixon lighting up a smoke.

"how did you meet?"

"My girlfriend, after the outbreak she introduced him to me..said he could, keep us safe"

"...what happened to her?"

"Dead"

"how?"

"Does it matter, ... the last person to see her alive was Negan."

Rick telling that she was honest and genuine sighed "I'm sorry, to h..."

Amber spun on her heel, stopping him mid sentence "Don't be! I'm not." stating it as a matter of fact, no emotion in her words.. as she turned back to the window this time watching the clouds float softly in the sky.

nodding rick continued... "Is that why you left then?"

"not exactly, ...apart from knowing he and his goons wouldn't hesitate to kill you or worse. I uh...." Ambers words trailed off to silence just as there was a knock at the door.

It was Daryl, he whispered something to Rick glancing over to Amber as he spoke. Amber eye's narrowed, she stared at him as he spoke trying to make out what he was saying. She was actually really good at reading lips but, Daryl's lips barely move when he speaks... Rick turns to look at Amber & back. "She's holding something back.. we need to find out what, make sure she stays out of sight"

"What's goin' on...?" she asked confused.

"Friend of yours just decided to drop by" walking passed Amber to look out the window

"He's guna do a search...? If he finds me here..." Amber headed to grab her bow. Daryl Grabbed her arm that held her bow.

"...What? What happens if he finds you here? Why are running from him?" Dixon raising his voice as much as he'd dare. "Why did you say we'd be better off with out you! Huh ? why don't we just hand you bk, ...? I'm sure he'd praise us for that. Mmh... Wouldn't he??"

Silent Amber stared back at Daryl, Disappointment in her eyes "...If you do, then your worse than him..." she said sharply, pulling her arm from his grasp.

Daryl backing off, walks to a closet and opens the door. Still a hint of anger and resentment at her in his voice "You can hide in here till he's gone." as he held the door open.

Meanwhile down stairs just outside the gate the big bad wolf comes-a-knocking!;

"Little pig, little pig... Let me in!" Negan bellowed banging Lucille against the bars.

Rattle Clunk Clunk!

Daryl looks up at the racket, stubs out his fag then races up stairs to tell Rick.

Spencer walks over to the gate asking Negan "who are you?"

"you better be fucking kidding me! Negan? Lucille!? I know I had to make a pretty Strong! First Impression!" Negan turns to see a handful of walkers on his left "Tell you what you go find that guy Rick and tell him Negan is here, he'll know what to do! In the mean time we'll tidy up out here a bit. Run along now." After bashing a few heads in with Lucille, Rick turns up at the gate

"Hello there!" Negan sings cheerfully to Rick who just stands there glaring at him. "Don't you make me have to fucking ask!" Negan snarls

Rick turns to the one on gate duty "Open it."

"you see that? now that's some fucking service. Am I right? we were almost turned away at your gate!" Negan comes strolling in, Lucille resting on his shoulder, & a group of 20 or so men behind him. "I mean who is that ass-hole anyway? Do I get mad? Do I throw a fit?" Negan gesturing with his free hand while he talks "Do a bash some poor mother fucker dome in!" Smirking as he continues his rant "No, me and my guys wait, but while we're doing that... we take a few of these fucks, these dead fucks who could have possible killed on of you. Another fucking service." Just then he holds Lucille out to Rick "Hold this!"

Taking a look around Negan raises his hands "Just look at this fucking place. Its a motherfucking cocksucking Magnificent! Wow! You live in fuckin houses?! Hot damn man your living like Kings. how many you got here?"

"49 - 48" Rick looking down at the bat in his hand.

"No shit you gotta have like Twenty houses. I bet you even got a few of these fuckers epmty, don't you? of course you do it's an embarrassment of riches as they say. Yes sir, I do beleive you will have plenty to offer up." Turning to Rick "Well are you going to show us around or not? Well?"

Rick finally raised his head to glare at Negan "What would you like to see first?"

"My men are going to split up search the houses a bit, speed the proses along. While they're at it I just want to point out we not taking a scrap of you're food, It's slim pickings in there... and I can't be the only one who's noticed, you've got the fat lady in charge of keeping track of rations can I?" He tells Rick in a low voice whilst holding a hand up to his face in a whispering gesture. "Regardless" he raises his voice back to normal moving his hand away "If you guys starve to death I don't get shit. So for now.. your food stays with you."

"What do you want me to say?" Rick asks, narrowing his eye's at Negan.

"How about a Fucking THANK YOU? You think that might be in order?" Frowning at Rick "Listen Rick I know we started off on the wrong foot. I didn't want to kill your friend.. You forced my fucking hand. I'm actually quite reasonable if you just fucking co-operate"

"I'll believe it when I see it." Rick says still holding Negan's gaze.

Just then a voice comes up behind Negan "You should all go home... Before you learn just how dangerous we all are." It was Carl standing with his hands resting on his gun belt glaring up at Negan.

"Pardon me, young man" Negan bends down to Carl's level "And fucking excuse the shit out of my goddamn French... But did you just threaten me? That sounded like a threat but I like to be damn sure when it comes to these kinds of things"

"Carl go back in the house. Now."

"I'm in the middle of a fucking conversation here. Don't be rude."

"Now boy, where were we? Oh yeah... Your giant fucking man-sized balls. I might not have heard you clearly, what where you saying now?" Carl remains quiet still glaring at Negan "Now listen to you're Daddy and run the fuck along." As Negan watches Carl race off he says to Rick "Cute kid."

As Rick watches the Saviours carry their loot back to the van parked outside Heath tells him he doesn't like what's happening, to which Rick response "I can see that."